It's a massive issue, with a lot of new and interesting words. Give it a looksee.

Best stick with Firefox or Safari, as other browsers might eat it alive.

If you are still using IE, you probably can't read anyway.

;)

Those who read the issue and comment on this thread about something about it will be put into a drawing for a free copy of the 001 issue of NO COLONY. If you already have 001 and win, I will send you a book or something.

Monday, March 30, 2009

I can not get this sick out of my body, but at least today I am drinking coffee. A friend suggested I try putting cinnamon into the grounds for brewing, to mask the mold taste. He does this frequently regardless. It is a fine thing to do. Today I am drinking coffee for the first time in a month or so.

I have slept more in the past week than I did for probably certain trios of weeks last year.

I found a file with like 3500 words in a similar voice to EVER and have been playing with it some today. I don't know how exactly it relates to the original: not a sequel or prequel or like that, but something. Maybe another person who lived in the same house before or after. Don't know if I'll keep working on it, but the playing is more interesting than anything I've tried to write in the last month. Lots of stops and starts, this voice feels better again, I don't know.

Still behind on a lot of things, trying to catch up.

Particularly behind on readings and reviews of a few things I've been dibbling in over the past few weeks, though planning to get to that this week and next.

Really excited, too, to receive Jeremy M. Davies's debut novel ROSE ALLEY from Counterpath Press today in the mail, Jeremy is too awesome and this book is gorgeous, and from the description + Harry Mathews blurb, this book has me mega excited. More on this soon.

Random excerpt from DECADE novel (the novel I pretty much wrote all in one long diatribe after reading Gert Jonke's GEOMETRIC REGIONAL NOVEL) is here @ Abjective: it is a text box from one page, kind of cribbed out of the middle of several other voices on the same page variously referring to one another, so I believe comes off rather cryptically here as an excerpt, though I enjoy it in that way. Haven't really done anything at all with that novel beyond revising it wholly twice through, and felt strong about it. Don't know where to send a hugely weird typographically fucked novel at this point, whichever.

Feeling slightly more positive today than last week, though still caught under yucktown, missed my Boston readings because of it, which made me sad. I hope a good time was had, and my apologies again to Adam and Jen from Quick Fiction for the missing out. Yarf.

Not having coffee for a month and now full bore again is coming on strong through my veins, maybe the lack of coffee is all that attributed to my rut, plus the sick. I am too quick to let myself join in in a fuckdown of self.

Friday, March 27, 2009

Nights when I would come home from boy scouts in the year before the scouts asked me to leave I would come home and be afraid to go to the shed to put my bike away because it always seemed shaking or compulsed with something that knew how to lurch.

There was a light attached to the building that would come on by motion and there was another switch that made the pool light up neon blue but I would still run from the building as fast as I could.

Many nights after getting home there would be wrestling on TV and I would watch the wrestling and there would be a light on in the bathroom and you could hear other people in other rooms laugh.

I had a metal box full of perverse things I'd collected like the postcard with the woman in the shower that I bought in St. Augustine while on a trip with my family. I'd had to make a big deal to make it seem like I was going to a bookstore so that I could get away from them long enough to get the postcard, I can still see it if I close my eyes.

I had a polaroid I took of Pamela Anderson on Family Feud, she was wearing short shorts, the shot was blurry, I kept it.

I was making a scrapbook about Pamela Anderson then too, I still have it somewhere, I used the flip half of an older scrapbook that had been about the Atlanta Braves.

These are the shortest longest days ever. I wish I had not sold my Dragonlance books on eBay.

I feel a lot defeated, like something has gotten into me while I was/am still sick and has changed the way I think about everything that even a month ago I was obsessed with. Like someone turned a lock inside me to a room I'd been going to a lot and now even coffee and candy taste strange.

In the Boy Scouts there was one kid that had hurt legs and bad vision and the kids would make him play British Bulldog, a version of Smear the Queer, and he could never catch anybody so he stayed it the whole time of our recreation period every time. He never gave up.

The post I wrote about the Eagle scout who got a boner in the showers on one trip and watched everyone with it is one of the major traffic inducements for this site, I know right now he is at work at the Kroger down the street wearing the Eagle ring. I have considered getting in his line and trying to ask him about something unrelated to the ring or the boners but I think I wouldn't be able to move once I got back in my car if I did that.

If anyone has a great idea for a place to build a treehouse near me I'd like to know about it.

I wonder if I ever agree with anything that I say.

One of the days I can remember more than any other day is the day in gym we were in the smaller second building doing a bowling unit and I ended up positioned on a lane next to two of the 'rougher' kids in my class, one of them wore steel toe boots and was singing 'Polly' by Nirvana, though I didn't know it was Nirvana at the time, and he was talking about kicking another kid's head in and his friend wasn't really answering but was setting up the pins really straightly and correctly, and I remember a great sense of fear.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

So I've got to admit, I was at least in part wrong in my earlier logic when I mentioned having found my sister reading TWILIGHT and taking it and throwing it in the trash. As much as I think that kind of 'book' can be damaging to a brain, in my sister's case it has opened her up already from a person who hardly ever read to one who has so far this year (as she excitedly reported to me) read 27 books. Sure, a good number of those related to TWILIGHT, but already she's moved on from there. She's read Miranda July and J. Safran Foer and Monica Drake's Clowngirl (which I gave her for Christmas assuming she would never touch it), and she recently asked if I would lend her one of Tao's books, and some other things.

Shit, at this rate, by the end of the year she'll be up in some Thomas Bernhard and Christian Bok. No doubt, believe dat.

So is reading crap fiction good? I guess if it leads to further reading, which can often be the case. Though if it never goes anywhere else, then I'd say just keep watching the TV.

I wonder if William Gay ever lays in bed steaming about how TWILIGHT blew up and fucked his own TWILIGHT title right in the b-hole. Such a fantastic book, that, though.

Oh, new William Gay soon...

Trying to feel better today than yesterday though it's not really working.

Trying today to get back on track working on the 'less manic' novel that I started late last year and abandoned, as I started to get bored. Taking a break turned out to be the best thing I could have done, as now coming back to it several months later I have whole new perspective and set of ideas for it.

I am confining myself (as much as possible) in this project to keep within a certain level of the realms of reality, to not fall into my previous methods, and instead write a solid, but unique, narrative (with digressions) novel. It's a nice challenge for me, a step outside the box by stepping back closer to the box.

Sometimes shaking up your world can be achieved by becoming more normal, especially when you've already written several hundred thousand words about destroying babies.

I am involved as a teaching volunteer at Dzanc's Creative Writing Sessions. A most wonderful program in the works, check it out...

NCAA tournament starts tonight, and for the first time since high school my boy Rick Pitino is poised to stomp it to the ground. Let's have at it.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

haven't been sick in a while i think but i am nowthe new pitchfork site is taking a good regular crap on my eyesjay leno just said 'barack obama' and then horns made soundi appreciate people saying nice words about the copy familyi just found a word i left out in it, can you find it, is that a problemi am tiredi just filled out a bio for an interview that asked me to say what i do in atlanta and i said the first thing that i thought which was i am tiredi am playing poker a lot again now on the interneti am doing well for nowi hope me saying i am doing well does not affect me negativelyjay leno just made a joke about someone having to have been drunk to eat their friendit made me feel more tiredi am sickjay leno just made a joke about paris hiltonand then about president bushand people clappedwhat is saint patrick's day where did it come fromi accidentally had on a green shirt todayi started reading dennis cooperin the bathi like limping with suited connectors in early position and reraising when people raise, it works a loti don't really do that that often reallybut it would be good to do more often maybea lot of time when i am playing poker i know that if i did a certain thing i would win by bluffing but usually i do not let my impulse take full holdif i had more money i could be a better playeri wish i could find the videos of bill hicks talking shit about jay leno as a comedian about how he started off real and went to waterbut i don't feel like looking on youtubei used to have a lot of things to blog about but now i don't knowthe woman on TV on jay leno is rearranging letters into somethingwhat else is going to happenmy legs ache like something is eating at themi ate cheesecake twice today it made me feel goodnow there are guys on jay leno balancing green beer on their facesbeerseveral people get paid to write down these ideasi would like to join the teamtoday someone googled 'a girl putting a lock into her vegina vedio'i want to say 'sorry' all the time to peoplei am doing well inside my mind

Monday, March 16, 2009

HarperPerennial recently launched 52 Stories, publishing one story a week all year. This week they are running my 'The Copy Family' which is an excerpt from the beginning of the novel I wrote in 10 days last year, WHERE AM I WHERE HAVE I BEEN WHERE ARE YOU. Check it out: The Copy Family.

Here is a wonderful behind the scenes short about Gaspar Noe's editing of IRREVERSIBLE, one of the most wonderful capturings of space and aura ever **violence warning** **I just said wonderful twice**:

I like coffee and poker.

I am about to reread Johannes Goransson's Aase Berg translation 'With Deer' out now from Black Ocean, which feels like standing in a flesh cabinet breathing dirty sugar.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

just now i tried to write a post talking shit about writingthen i deleted it and instead decided to go runningi had planned to take today off running and instead walked to the grocery to buy dranobut then when it got to 11:00pm i felt gross for notso i went running in the darki was running past the edge of this woods past the middle schooland in the dark there was the sound of all these dogsfrom inside of the woods and they sounded on fireor like they all were having skin removed from off their headsthis forest has no houses in it or farms i thinkits just a big empty deep forestand the dogs were screaming, maybe 10 or 15 of them all at onceit made me run faster for a minute toward a little bridgethen the screaming stoppedthe woods was still therei kept on running instead of going homewhile i was running i was thinking about my friend who is a satanic priestwho used to tell me about metaphysicsand how small signs could help direct your lifelike noticing splotches in a pathway that suggest you one wayover anotherand how that could greatly determine the way your energy might movelike leaving a pile of coins in an empty room in your houseand some days coming in to change their shape or pattern slightlyi explored these ideas for a while until i stoppedmy friend one time met lavey in an airport i think he told mewhich is how i think he was ordainedmy friend also ate half a bike, a bible, a tee shirthe could lift weights with his dickone day more recently i watched videos of lavey playing his organs on youtube for several hourslavey looks like a dorkthe sound of ripping dogs was less subtle than other studied signalswhich made it less powerful in my mind somehowbut i could not stop thinking in the dark how i should go backi went a while further anyway until i turned around earlier than usualon the way back i turned and went through the parking lot of the middle schoolthere were many buses parked therebecause of how the drivers have nowhere else to park themon the pavement they made parallel linesin the windowsas i passed eachi kept thinking i could see people in the buses brieflyand as i began to see thisi saw more people in each buslooking at me runthe sensation of seeing the peoplemade my heart race inside my runningthough i knew i was creating the sensationthere was another bus parkedfurther off from all the other busesin the very corner of the lotlike as far away from all the rest as it could managethat one seemed stuffed seam to seam with peoplei was runningit was the school i used to go toi went around behind the buildingwhere one time before the buses left i saw a kid hit another kid with brass knucklesin the face and there was bloodacross the street from the middle school there is a high schoolthat i went toin the middle of the parking lot was a huge pile of dirt or shit or something otherwhich had not been there before when i drove past earlier that night i feel surea very high piletaller than i amit would be the largest pile of shit i've seen

Thursday, March 12, 2009

I read a postcard from Christian Peet's BIG AMERICAN TRIP, from Shearsman Books:

Other people did this too, Sandy Florian, Amy King, etc, which you can see, and get more info about the book on, at Christian's blog.

Matthew Savoca's ebook TOUGH! is out from Happy Cobra Books, I drew the picture that is on page 5, there are lots of drawings and good funny poems about being tough. I like Matthew Savoca.

The Spring 2009 issue of Lake Effect is out, my story 'Damage Claim Questionnaire' from Scorch Atlas is in it, it also has brethren Keith Montesano, we are sharing the paper, it has Tony Hoagland, Michael Czyzniejewski, Joshua Ware, and a lot of other people.

The Scorch Atlas remix contest is rocking along, some really amazing entries so far, I have no idea how I will judge this, there is still a little more than a month to send entries.

I am about to gear up, I think, into sending books out, I have 3 novels, a collection of list essays, all just sitting around, maybe at a couple places each, collab filth book with Sean is almost done, I need to try to focus on sending them around and looking around, I have been lazy, I feel I am maybe going to enter into the production/submission mind I used in 2007, if I can rope it, I am trying to be ready.

I am so behind on some things, trying to catch up, if you are waiting on something from me, sorry, *way behind*

What on earth made me think that the Watchmen movie would be good? I mean really, most ill-conceived ending to a movie of all time? It was up there. The comic book adaptation craze really needs to die. Add that 300 director dude to the death march list with Kevin Smith and Judd Apatow. I knew that already. I have too much faith sometimes.

Oh, stoners.

If you are in Atlanta, come out tomorrow at 7:00 to see Rauan Klassnik and Justin Taylor read for Solar Anus! At Beep Beep Gallery on Ponce.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Sitting at an airport in Boston waiting to go home, have 2 hours until takeoff, there is some kid sitting across from me playing with an enormous Rubik's cube that lights up and squawks in this robot woman voice and counts and says incomprehensible shit, with his other hand he has a yo yo that he has let fly off his hand twice under my seat, sometimes he puts it down and swings this enormous stuffed bear around and shit, his lisp is killer, his brother just I think tattled on him because he was trying to get him to take a picture of his dick.

People have children everyday.

The parents of these two are dope, one is a dude who calls the kids 'dude' and has on a Godsmack tee shirt and is eating from under his nails and looks sort of like Henry Rollins but not well spoken.

If it were not for this $7.95 internet connection I would was would going to have to kill to kill a person, etc.

My last 5 days have been very long and very fun and very composed of things in thinging, I have thanks to Justin, Mike, Claire and Jeff who housed and transported me, and many others, I wish I could think better.

If this kid hits my laptop with his yo yo or his bear I am going to take his mother by the very large hunk of hair she has whooped up in a lock over her forehead, you will know that this has happened if this post ends somewhat abruptly, or maybe I will come back.

While I was in NY I read for Luca Dipierro and Michael Kimball's new 60 WRITERS 60 PLACES series, which is seeming amazing, Time Out NY wrote it up, here is a trailer:

Justin read in a pastry shop, it was fun. Justin also posted pictures from Thursday night here.

There were lots of readings.

Reading with Gary Lutz and Robert Lopez, Gary was very kind and quiet but funny when he talked, he had a turtle neck and stood up when he shook my hand, I wish Derek and Jess would return to America and live down the street, they are too good.

William Walsh is a very kind and quiet man, the Keyhole release was very nice, if already in my daze mind, I get tired in like 3 days of movement now, it is easy to feel erasers.

Here is another video from when I was in Balitmore, Adam is reading a very excellent drunken poem, which I defeat in power competition, this is before or after I poured water on him?, there was magic, Michael Kimball's filming and editing makes me peas and carrots in my hair:

In Amherst Mike Young did intros for people with a xylophone, it was in the fun room, I read from the gross book Sean and I are almost finished with, we read in a public deli and so it was rather awkward I think, * I pushed ahead * I said the naughties into the room and at first people were laughing a lot and by the end it was dead quiet, I think they started getting quiet during the part where the father is building the replica of the Holocaust in candy, all the readers were really good.

Bradley Sands is one of my favorite new people to listen to talk, I like the way he talks. Rachel Glaser is a good listener and funny, things are made of $$$$ in air

TTB and Mike Bushnell came through for a couple, Mike gave me a psychedelic portrait of Jesus, they disappeared quick.

Brian Foley is really funny and fun

I can't think anymore, i like all of all of so many people, I bought a ton a books n stuff, n stuff

tired

The kid is asking his mother about her blood, while rolling around in the floor with chocolate milk, 'how many windpipes do you have?': I am going to ask this kid to cowrite a book with me soon, I wonder if he has gmail.

Sorry, thanks to everyone who came out to things and talked about things to me and helped me, thanks to the kind nice peoples and to the mean peoples too, if there were some, I didn't find them.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Eugene Lim did the Ever speak: "...never predictable, and its stunningly-sculpted sentences shimmer and gloat like the surfaces of donald judd shapes in geometric progression."

Leaving tomorrow for a few reading dates in Brooklyn, Providence, Amherst, Providence, here is infos in order of appearance:

Thursday, March 5, 7:30 pm: EVER book release party at Word BookstoreIndie Press Nights: Calamari Press. Readings by authors Blake Butler (Ever), Robert Lopez (Part of the World), and Gary Lutz (Stories in the Worst Way). // Derek White in the house //

then on Saturday, in Providence at Myopic Books, 7:00 for Keyhole Release:

then Sunday, in Amherst with many many

then Monday, back in Providence, at Ada Books with Mike Young and Claire Donato:

After this, I may no longer be able to speak for all the speaking, so get it while it lasts... I would love to see some folks(es) in the house(s). Come throw candy at me. Or throw glee. Or something.

Speaking of Keyhole, the new issue is out guest edited by William Walsh (whose novel in questions Questionstruck just came out, also from Keyhole, and is beautiful and unlike any other book ever, literally), and I must say, when I saw the handwriting issue I didn't think they could outdo in beauty, but this new one, 6, is so aesthetically pleasing I want to hump it (and do), Keyhole somehow just keeps getting better...

My thing in it is another list, one of the few remaining from the first half of the set of 50, #14, INFESTATION LOOP, and of my old favorites of the series, which seemed to have trouble getting published for its grossness. Fun.

Also, on the web, they have included an additional list among a series of web features, #13, LIST DURING WHICH I AM FIRED FROM MY JOB AND FALL SICK INTO THE NEW YEAR, during the writing of which I really did get fired (mid-sentence, writing in my gmail browser instead of working) from the shitty job I had doing collections for a law office on people who couldn't pay their bills. Interesting to see that list again now, written at the end of 2007.

Still working on polishing finer points of the set as a whole as I begin to send it out to places to look at. We begin again.

Monday, March 2, 2009

In gearing up for the release of my book SCORCH ATLAS from Featherproof on 09/09/09, we've drummed up a strange and I think awesome and fun promo: the Scorch Atlas remix contest. Basically, we're asking anyone and everyone to download a piece from the book, 'Tour of the Drowned Neighborhood,' in its .doc form, and do whatever you want to it. Scramble it, eat it death, insert a whole other line of story, insert pictures of your mother's anus, throw up into a file and mail it, insert characters, insert symbolist logic, insert fun, eat characters, insert sentences from anywhere, write a whole new story out of the title alone, or one sentence alone, or one word, make it into a nice calm piece about an expatriate who is obsessed with John Irving and loves backrubs, etc. Anything. All ideas are go.

Two winning entries, chosen by myself, will be published in SCORCH ATLAS Remixed, which will be published as an ebook and available on the Featherproof site. The stories will appear alongside some wild other contributions from some very exciting and powerful writers (who will remain a surprise for now, but if it works out as we're hoping, dang), so you will be in good company, etc.

The contest is free to enter, and the two winners will receive publication, plus copies of the actual SCORCH ATLAS. The first place winner will also receive a two year subscription to Paper Egg Books (which equates to four books over those 2 years = awesome).

You can enter as many remixes of 'Tour' as you like, under any title, any word length, etc. It is a fairly open and ambient story, so the gates are guns. Do some wildness. Have some fun. I'm really excited to see what mangling and electrifying can be made. Deadline is May 1.

For full info on the contest, plus where to send your entry electronically, and to download the file containing the text you are to rape, visit the Featherproof contest announcement.